Zhang Yu happily carried the fish basket home; today was really a good day, she couldn't believe such a bountiful catch.
Although ice fishing was truly bone-chilling, with cold air incessantly rising from beneath her feet, even Zhang Yu's constant small steps felt hard to endure.
Luckily, it seemed that the fish below the ice were also oxygen-deprived; once the hole was opened, plenty of fish quickly surfaced, practically begging to be scooped.
Zhang Yu, not greedy, harvested around 20 pounds of fish before swiftly heading home. As she cycled home, she already planned how to deal with these fish.
For instance, some fish should be kept alive in water indoors, ready for New Year's Eve for fresh fish, while others could be immediately processed into fish balls for soup. Anyway, the cool weather allows things to be stored well.
Zhang Yu merrily ran toward home, entering the alley, and near her home, she saw many neighbors, hands tucked in sleeves, chatting in the cold wind.
